Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 161 - 152: Extraordinary Wisdom Blossoms, Sixteen Strange Fists, Strike! (Seeking Subscription)

Chapter 161: Chapter 152: Extraordinary Wisdom Blossoms, Sixteen Strange Fists, Strike! (Seeking Subscription)

In Feng Ling’er’s eyes, both Duan Yun and Shen Ying from Yuzhu Villa seemed to possess an enigmatic self-confidence.

Especially Duan Yun, his approach to practicing these cryptic Cultivation Techniques as if they were nothing, as though he genuinely believed he could master them.

According to Shen Ying, all those awe-inspiring Cultivation Techniques he practiced were cultivated in exactly that way.

Hearing this, Feng Ling’er was stupefied.

Particularly at this time, Duan Yun got so engrossed in practicing his punches that he stripped off his shirt, revealing a muscular upper body with well-defined lines.

She found herself staring, transfixed.

"Won’t he go mad, practicing like that?" Feng Ling’er inquired while watching Duan Yun practicing shirtless.

She knew that some low-tier individuals in the Martial World, with no masters to guide them, could only fumble through all sorts of dubious secret books on their own. Such people either died from a disrupted flow of True Qi or went mad from cultivation deviation, with the unluckiest ones becoming "Big Medicine" for other Martial Artists to consume.

There’s a saying in the Martial World, "Whoever practices martial arts is bound to go mad," typically referring to these very situations.

It was exceedingly challenging for the powerless, low-tier Jianghu people to climb up the ranks.

This is why sects and clans proliferate throughout the Martial World; if someone has a Powerful and non-maddening martial art, it would naturally draw followers.

Just take her Red Frost Sword Palace, where every year numerous people exhaust their wealth, even resorting to fighting their rivals, just to compete for an entry spot.

Of course, now and then someone would comprehend Divine Skills from a pile of secret books that were either dubious or incomprehensible, but those were the ones with heaven-defying luck. However, to her knowledge, Duan Yun had only begun practicing martial arts for less than a year. How many times had he defied the heavens by now?

Thus, she continued to harbor doubts about such claims.

Her mother once said that the better-looking the man, the more likely he is to deceive, and Old Demon Duan, with his handsome appearance and solid pectoral muscles, might just be hoodwinking Shen Ying.

She certainly wasn’t going to be fooled that easily!

As Shen Ying watched while eating walnuts, she asked, "Do you think he’s gone mad?"

Feng Ling’er continued to observe Duan Yun’s body and replied, "He seems both sane and insane."

Indeed, from her perspective, most of the time, Duan Yun appeared perfectly normal, just as Shen Ying described him – even a bit naive, considering his brief tenure in the Martial World – which might be related to his affinity for playing the Young Hero.

After all, what normal person enjoys taking people to a cellar to heal them, not just once but twice, giving them a series of chilling touches each time?

Feng Ling’er considered Duan Yun overly self-confident, blind confidence, at that. If Duan Yun knew her thoughts, he would surely argue.

Although confident, his confidence was clever, never blind.

Like with this jade slip containing a Fist Technique, he reviewed it from day to night before beginning to practice.

He had to admit, the difficulty of deciphering this Fist Technique was second only to the Tadpole script he had cut from that crazy thunder cultivator.

Duan Yun always felt it was as if translated from a unique language, making it somewhat awkward to understand.

Like previous times, he approached it with measure, skipping over words or phrases he didn’t understand and attempting to comprehend them later.

Having practiced so many martial arts, Duan Yun was now adept at this.

Anything temporarily baffling, he, with his one-in-a-million talent for cultivation, would surely comprehend.

Context clues and filling in the blanks, he had been learning this ever since elementary school.

Now, having completed the blanks, he began attempting punches.

Duan Yun had already discovered that the Fist Technique consists of fifteen movements.

Though a novice at fist forms, with the circulation of True Qi within his body, even his very first punch was executed with impressive force.

Duan Yun was fairly satisfied with his progress, yet Shen Ying, the Great Boxer, furrowed her brows slightly.

In her eyes, Duan Yun’s fist technique was fierce but lacked inner strength, it was rash and not condensed, it could be said that he hadn’t even crossed the threshold of boxing.

His impressive presence was entirely because his True Qi was already strong and vigorous.

It was clear she had overestimated him; after all, a person who was a Dual Masters of Sword and Saber and even had a decent Finger Technique could not be expected to also have an extraordinary innate talent for boxing—that was simply unreasonable.

In the end, it was Duan Yun’s previous outrageous performances that gave rise to many thoughts about his abilities.

But as an extremely rare boxing prodigy, she knew well that compared to swordsmanship, boxing was an entirely different field, and those sword and finger techniques would not only fail to assist in integration, but would also become an impediment.

This is because a person’s habits often affect their receptivity to new things.

Although Feng Ling’er had never practiced boxing, she was, after all, a scion of a prominent family and had some discernment.

She, too, felt that Duan Yun’s boxing was still a distance away from even a beginner’s level, which showed that even if one desperately wanted to learn boxing, there was still a certain threshold to meet.

As time passed, the two women lost interest in the progress of his boxing, focusing solely on his physical body.

Duan Yun also felt that something was amiss.

He had clearly understood everything, yet his boxing was neither invincible nor showing significant progress, which ran counter to his expectations.

Although Duan Yun was thinking this way, his fists did not stop; he continued to practice boxing according to the fist charts he had understood.

Suddenly, his Extraordinary Wisdom flashed, and he had a moment of insight.

The next moment, he started practicing the moves even faster.

Actually, he was not familiar with these fifteen moves of boxing, but in order to increase his speed, he no longer cared about accuracy—he just needed the gist!

Hence, in the eyes of Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying, Duan Yun, who suddenly sped up and disregarded quality for quantity, seemed like someone who after half a day of fruitless martial arts practice, suddenly gave up and vented their emotions.

It’s common for practicing martial arts to lead to emotional instability, especially with these kinds of obscure Cultivation Techniques.

At the same time, significant emotional changes are also signs of madness.

Shen Ying was just about to slow him down when the situation suddenly reversed.

They saw the air around Duan Yun abruptly condense, forming layers of ripple-like patterns.

Then Duan Yun gathered his fist, charged it powerfully, and then unleashed it!

It was as if an invisible fuse connected and ignited these ripple-like patterns.

With a boom, a surging sound of an explosion suddenly erupted, and several ripples exploded at once, carrying along a howling fist shadow that smashed into the courtyard wall.

The wall trembled, and a penetrative fist imprint was left on it!

Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er were startled.

Especially the boxer Shen Ying, her beautiful eyes widened, not even sparing Duan Yun’s pectorals a glance, her facial expression even more surprised than Feng Ling’er’s.

Because she understood boxing better!

Boxing places importance on both Fist Power and Fist Intent, and Duan Yun’s punch actually contained a hint of Fist Intent.

It’s known that Fist Intent is something that appears only when boxing reaches a state of perfection.

From power to intent, this is the most fundamental rule of boxing.

Yet Duan Yun seemed to have broken this rule.

Momentarily, he hadn’t even crossed the threshold, yet this punch possessed Fist Intent.

It was as if he had suddenly skipped the stages of beginner, proficiency, and mastery, his boxing becoming perfectly refined in an instant, giving birth to Fist Intent.

This is like a baby who can’t even crawl just after birth but suddenly learns to run on his hands.

This completely defies the common sense of boxing!

"I’ve understood! As long as I practice fast enough, the Fifteen Road Qi Fist can merge into several paths, or even just one!" Duan Yun’s extraordinary wisdom shimmered as he spoke.

Just now, when he was continuously practicing his punches, he found that as long as each strange fist was practiced quickly enough and his True Qi followed and circulated quickly enough, even the True Qi of two different strange fists running together could transform the previous moves into a Storage Form, from which contained power would explode out later.

Indeed, this is the martial arts of men, one must store up energy fiercely to release it fiercely!

Merging the Fifteen Road Qi Fist together?

Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er’s eyes widened.

Not just them—the Monkey Face and Chicken down in the courtyard underground perked up their ears, almost wishing they could take notes.

This Old Demon Duan really had great talent; in such a short time, he had realized this step.

You must know, they had also imprinted the fist technique from the jade slip and hadn’t noticed this point at all.

Duan Yun made progress with his boxing, so he pursued his advantage.

"Not enough! Not enough!" Duan Yun swung his fists, sweating profusely, and roared.

His muscles quivered and his True Qi circulated at high speeds, almost chaotically!

As long as the intent is there, who cares if the practice is perfect or not!

"Four paths! Strange!"

With a boom, four ripples of air waves blossomed, turning into roaring Fist Power.

"Seven paths!"

"Nine paths! Strange!"

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Twelve paths! Strange!"

For a time, the courtyard echoed with thunderous booming noises.

The wall that had been hit by the fist imprints was now smashed into tatters.

The Fist Power roared and the wild trees outside were blasted into pulp.

The Chicken and Monkey Face hiding underground were dumbfounded, feeling as if they were in the middle of a cave-shaking session with good brothers.

How long had it been, and why did the boxing suddenly become thunderous?

Is it necessary to be this fast, this terrifying?

Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er were dumbfounded.

Especially Shen Ying, who felt like all the rules she had followed in boxing practice were shattered by the guy before her.

Shattered to pieces!

Boxers resonate with one another!

She could even feel the ferocity in Duan Yun’s Fist Intent, and the True Qi inside her body became invigorated.

Was this the work of someone who had only studied boxing for a day!

"No, that’s wrong! That’s wrong!"

"Extraordinary wisdom, I command you to continue to comprehend!"

"Break for me!"

The dust in the yard had been floating up and had never settled, while Duan Yun continued to shout inside.

Shen Ying’s back was covered in cold sweat because she could feel that Duan Yun’s Fist Intent was still growing.

This wasn’t just random shouting!

The speed of this Fist Intent was growing faster than Duan Yun’s chest muscles were quivering; what would this growth become eventually?

Shen Ying didn’t know, Feng Ling’er didn’t know, and the Chicken and Monkey Face hidden underground didn’t know either.

At this moment, their expressions were somewhat consistent, all somewhat stunned.

Just like when the Murong brothers first watched Duan Yun practice with the blade, it was like looking at the Jade Emperor.

"Fifteen paths! Strange!"

At this moment, Duan Yun’s roar reached its peak, the speed of his True Qi’s turbulence inside him reached the limit, and some, along with the Breaking Body Sword Energy, even overflowed, while his Fist Intent also reached its peak.

The Fifteen Road Qi Fist connected in one!

Even he could hardly control it!

With a boom, the most expensive door of the Mountain Villa turned into fluttering shreds, the surging air waves making his hair dance wildly.

After one punch was thrown, Duan Yun stood still as if his body was hollowed out.

That punch just now, he had released everything that could have been released from his body!

Even if he wanted to let out something more, there was nothing left.

At this moment, Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er saw, but Duan Yun did not, behind him, a dark and hazy Dharma Image emerged, not quite human, not quite godlike...

This practice of boxing even brought out a Dharma Image!

For a moment, Shen Ying, who had practiced boxing for many years, suddenly felt the world so strange.

Is this "Unrivaled Strange Boxing" inherently magical, or is this guy here a freak?

Ah?

Shen Ying didn’t understand, and naturally, Feng Ling’er understood even less.

At this point, Duan Yun, with the Dharma Image behind him, suddenly yelled again, "Still not enough! Still not enough! I’ve understood! I’ve understood again!"

"This is the real deal!"

"This is the real deal!"

...

What had he understood now?

What’s real and what’s not?

Shen Ying and the others even felt that everything in front of them was fake, like a ridiculous dream.

Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er on the ground, the Monkey Face and Chicken underground, the four of them had never stopped wearing expressions of shock on their faces.

To tell the truth, on this night of perfect moonlight, they were already a bit tired of being shocked.

Because of Duan Yun’s fierce boxing and crazed shouting, Little Grey and the Golden Snub-nosed Monkey had already hidden far away, while Panda Dabai was serious, even mimicking Duan Yun’s boxing stance...